Brian’s exotic wife

It was one of those late night, rambling conversations we have

Over a bottle of wine, and old music videos

When Brian remembered how some train modelling friend had referred to me as 

“Brian’s exotic wife”. 

It took a long time for me to stop laughing 

And then he told me he’d replied,

“I’m proud of her”. 

Now that brings tears of a different kind. 

Maybe it was when I was working in Paris. 

I was referred to as his French wife once, after all. 

But exotic? “From a distant foreign country”? No. I’m from the Potteries. 

“Attractive or striking because colourful or out of the ordinary”? Who knows.

I don’t suppose they know many women engineers who get to live in Paris. 

And I’ve always liked to be colourful at least. 

But I’ll remember this Friday night for something I’ve always striven for above all. 

To know always Brian is proud of me. 

LMC 27.2.21